The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic] and Reed, with glossarial notes, his life, and a critique on his genius & writings by N. Rowe

Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to | And, as he stoop'd again to take it up, [cuff,

hear:

Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word,
Though in some part enforced to digress;*
Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse
As you shall well be satisfied withal.
But, where is Kate? I stay too long from her;
The morning wears, 'tis time we were at
church.

Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes;

Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine.
Pet. Not I, believe me; thus I'll visit her.
Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry
her.

Pet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done with words;

To me she's married, not unto my clothes:
Could I repair what she will wear in me,
As I can change these poor accoutrements,
'Twere well for Kate, and better for myself.
But what a fool am I, to chat with you,
When I should bid good-morrow to my bride,
And seal the title with a lovely kiss?

[Exeunt PETRUCHIO, GRUMIO, and
BIONDELLO.

Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad We will persuade him, be it possible, [attire: To put on better ere he go to church.

Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this.

[Exit. Tra. But, Sir, to her love concerneth us to add

Her father's liking: Which to bring to pass,
As I before imparted to your worship,
I am to get a man,-whate'er he be,
It skillst not much; we'll fit him to our turn,-
And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa;
And make assurance, here in Padua,
Of greater sums than I have promised.
So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry sweet Bianca with consent.
Luc. Were it not that my fellow-school-

master

Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,
Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;
Which once perform'd, let all the world say

no,

I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world.
Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
And watch our vantage in this business :
We'll over-reach the greybeard, Gremio,
The narrow-prying father, Minola;
The quaint; musician, amorous Licio;
All for my master's sake, Lucentio.-
Re-enter GREMIO.

Signior Gremio! came you from the church?
Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school.
Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom com-
ing home?

Gre. A bridegroom, say you? 'tis a groom, indeed, Agrumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. Tra. Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible. Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend. Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.

Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him. I'll tell you, Sir Lucentio; When the priest Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife, Ay, by gogs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud,

That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book:

I. e. To deviate from my promise. + Matters. + Strange.

The mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a That down fell priest and book, and book and

priest;

Now take them up, quoth he, if any list. Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again?

Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd, and swore,

As if the vicar meant to cozen him.
But after many ceremonies done,
He calls for wine:-A health, quoth he; as if
He had been aboard carousing to his mates
After a storm :-Quaff'd off the muscadel,*
And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;
Having no other reason,

But that his beard grew thin and hungerly, And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking.

This done, he took the bride about the neck; And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack,

That, at the parting, all the church did echo. I, seeing this, came thence for very shame; And after me, I know, the rout is coming: Such a mad marriage never was before; Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play.

[Music.

Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, BAP-
TISTA, HORTENSIO, GRUMIO, and Train.
Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for
your pains:

I know, you think to dine with me to-day, And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer;

But so it is, my haste doth call me hence, And therefore here I mean to take my leave.

Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night? Pet. I must away to-day, before night

come:

Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honest company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife:
Dine with my father, drink a health to me;
For I must hence, and farewell to you all.
Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.

Gre. Let me entreat you.

Pet. It cannot be.

Kath. Let me entreat you.

Pet. I am content.

Kath. Are you content to stay?

Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay; But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.

Pet. Grumio, my horses.

Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses.

Father be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.
Gre. Ay, marry, Sir: now it begins to work.
Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal din-
I see, a woman may be made a fool, [ner :-
If she had not a spirit to resist.

Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command:

Obey the bride, you that attend on her:
Go to the feast, revel and domineer,
Carouse full measure to her maidenhead,
Be mad and merry,
-or go hang yourselves;
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor
I will be master of what is mine own: [fret;
She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,
My household-stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;
And here she stands, touch her whoever dare;
I'll bring my action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua.-Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon, we're beset with
thieves;

Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man:-
Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch
thee, Kate;

I'll buckler thee against a million.

[Exeunt PETRUCHIO, Katharine, and GRUMIO.

Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet

may'st slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis.

Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio?

Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water.

Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported?

Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost: but, thou know'st, winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis.

Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast.

Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and so long am I, at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand (she being now at hand,) thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office.

Curt. I pr'ythee, good Grumio, tell me, How goes the world?

Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and, therefore, fire: Do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death.

Curt. There's fire ready; And therefore, good Grumio, the news?

Gru. Why, Jack boy! ho boy! and as much news as thou wilt.

Curt. Come, you are so full of conycatching:

Gru. Why therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the serving-men in their new fustian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets laid, and every thing in order?

Curt. All ready; And therefore, I pray thee,

[Striking him. Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a

SCENE 1.-A Hall in PETRUCHIO's Country tale.
House.

Enter GRUMIO.

Gru. Fie, fie, on all tired jades! on all mad masters! and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? was ever man so rayed?t was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. Now, were not I a little pot, and soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me:-But, I, with blowing the fire, shall warm myself; for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, hoa!

Curtis!

Gru. And therefore 'tis called, a sensible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening. Now I begin: Inprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress:

Curt. Both on one horse?
Gru. What's that to thee?
Curt. Why, a horse.

Gru. Tell thou the tale :But hadst thou not crossed me, thou should'st have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou should'st have heard, in how miry a place: how she was bemoiled; how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat me because her horse stumbled'; how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore; how she prayed-that never prayed before; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was burst;t how I lost my crupper; thou-with many things of worthy memory; which

now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced to thy grave.

Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew

than she.

Gru. Ay; and that, thou and the proudest of you all shall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of this ?-call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest; let their heads be sleekly comb ed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit: let them curtsey with their left legs; and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready? Curt. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my master, to countenance my mistress.

Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own.
Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to countenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Gra. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.

Enter several SERVANTS.

Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.
Phil. How now, Grumio?
Jos. What, Grumio!
Nich. Fellow Grumio!
Nath. How now, old lad?

Gru. Welcome, you;-how now, you; what, you-fellow, you;-and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?

Nath. All things is ready: How near is our

master?

Gra. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not,Cock's passion, silence!

-I hear my master.
Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA.

Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man at door,

To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse!
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?-
All Serv. Here, here, Sir; here, Sir.
Pet. Here, Sir! here, Sir! here, Sir, here,

Sir!

You logger-headed and unpolished grooms! What, no attendance? no regard? no duty?--Where is the foolish knave I sent before?

Gru. Here, Sir; as foolish as I was before. Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson malt-horse drudge! Did I not bid thee meet me in the park, And bring along these rascal knaves with thee? Gru. Nathaniel's coat, Sir, was not fully made, [heel; And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i'the There was no linkt to colour Peter's hat, And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing:

There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and
Gregory;

The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly;
Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet

you.

Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in. [Exeunt some of the SERVANTS.

[Sings.

Where is the life that late I led-
Where are those Sit down, Kate, and wel-
Soud, soud, soud, soud!‡

*Not different one from the other.

+A torch of pitch.

[come.

Re-enter SERVANTS, with supper.

be merry.

Why, when, I say?—Nay, good sweet Kate,
[When?
Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains;
It was the friar of orders grey, [Sings.
Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry:
As he forth walked on his way :-
Take that, and mend the plucking off the
[Strikes him.

other.

Be merry, Kate :-Some water, here; what, ho![hence, Where's my spaniel Troilus ?-Sirrah, get you And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither:[Exit SERVANT. One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acWhere are my slippers?-Shall I have some quainted with.— A basin is presented to him. Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily:- [SERVANT lets the ewer fall. You whoreson villain! will you let it fall?

water?

[Strikes him. Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling.

Pet. A whoreson, beetleheaded, flap-ear'd knave!

stomach.

Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a [shall 1? Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else What is this? mutton?

Pet. "Tis burnt; and so is all the meat: What dogs are these ?-Where is the rascal [dresser, How durst you, villains, bring it from the And serve it thus to me that love it not? There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all:

[Throws the meat, &c. about the stage. You headless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves! What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.

Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet; The meat was well, if you were so contented. Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried

Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign, And 'tis my hope to end successfully:

A word coined by Shakspeare to express the noise My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty;

made by a person heated and fatigued.

And, till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd,

For then she never looks upon her lure.
Another way I have to man my haggard,t
To make her come, and know her keeper's call,
That is, to watch her, as we watch these
kites,

That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient.
She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat;
Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall
not;

As with the meat, some undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed;
And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster,
This way the coverlet, another way the sheets:
Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend,
That all is done in reverend care of her;
And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night :
And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail, and brawl,
And with the clamour keep her still awake.
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness;
And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong
humour :-

He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak; 'tis charity to show.

[Exit. SCENE II.-Padua.-Before BAPTISTA'S House.

Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO. Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ? I tell you, Sir, she bears me fair in hand. Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching. [They stand aside. Enter BIANCA and LUCENTIO. Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read?

Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve me that.

Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love.
Bian. And may you prove, Sir, master of
your art!

Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress
of my heart.
[They retire.
Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell
me, I pray,

You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca
Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio.
Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant woman-
kind!-

I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio,
Nor a musician, as I seem to be;
But one that scorn to live in this disguise,
For such a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of such a cullion:||
Know, Sir, that I am call'd-Hortensio.

Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard
Of your entire affection to Bianca;
And since mine eyes are witness of her light-

ness,

I will with you,-if you be so contented,-
Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.

Hor. See, how they kiss and court!-Signior

Lucentio,

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow—
Never to woo her more; but do forswear her,
As one unworthy all the former favours
That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.
Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned
oath,-

Ne'er to marry with her though she

Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him.

Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had
quite forsworn!

For me, that I may surely keep mine oath,
I will be married to a wealthy widow,
Ere three days pass; which hath as long
lov'd me,

As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard :
And so farewell, signior Lucentio.-
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love :-and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before.

[Exit HORTENSIO.-LUCENTIO und BIANCA

advance.

Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case! [grace Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love; And have forsworn you, with Hortensio. Bian. Tranio, you jest; But have you both forsworn me?

Tra. Mistress, we have.

Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,
That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.
Bian. God give him joy!

Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.
Bian. He says so, Tranio.

Tra. 'Faith he is gone unto the taming

school.

Bian. The taming-school! what, is there such a place?

Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master ;

That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long-
To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering
tongue.

Enter BIONDELLO, running.
Bion. O master, master, I have watch'd so

long

That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied
An ancient angel coming down the hill,
Will serve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello?

Bion. Master, a mercatante, or a pedant,t
I know not what; but formal in apparel,
In gait and countenance surely like a father.
Luc. And what of him, Tranio?

Tra. If he be credulous and trust my tale,
I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio ;
And give assurance to Baptista Minola,
As if he were the right Vincentio.
Take in your love, and then let me alone.
[Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA.
Enter a PEDANT.

Ped. God save you, Sir !
Tra. And you, Sir, you are welcome.
Travel you far on, or are you at the furthest?

Ped. Sir, at the furthest for a week or two:
But then up further; and as far as Rome;
And so to Tripoly, if God lend me life.
Tra. What countryman, I pray?
Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua, Sir ?-marry, God forbid?
And come to Padua, careless of your life?
Ped. My life, Sir! how, I pray? for that
goes hard.

Tra. "Tis death for any one in Mantua [treat: To come to Padua; Know you not the cause?

duke

* A thing stuffed to look like the game which the hawk (For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and

him,)

Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:
Tis marvel; but that you're but newly come,
You might have heard it else proclaim'd about.
Ped. Alas, Sir, it is worse for me than so;
For I have bills for money by exchange
From Florence, and must here deliver them.
Tra. Well, Sir, to do you courtesy,
This will I do, and this will I advise you;-
First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?
Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pisa have I often been;
Pisa, renowned for grave citizens.

Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio?
Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of
A merchant of incomparable wealth. [him;
Tra. He is my father, Sir; and, sooth to say,
In countenance somewhat doth resemble you.
Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster,
and all one.
[Aside.
Tru. To save your life in this extremity,
This favour will I do you for his sake:
And think it not the worst of all your fortunes,
That you are like to Sir Vincentio.

His name and credit shall you undertake,
And in my house you shall be friendly
lodg'd:-

Look, that you take upon you as you should;
You understand me, Sir;-so shall you stay
Till you have done your business in the city:
If this be courtesy, Sir, accept of it.

Ped. O, Sir, I do; and will repute you ever
The patron of my life and liberty.

Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter
good.

This, by the way, I let you understand;-
My father is here look'd for every day,
To pass assurance of a dower in marriage
"Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here:
In all these circumstances I'll instruct you:
Go with me, Sir, to clothe you as becomes
you.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.—A Room in PETRUCHIO'S House.

Enter KATHARINA and GRUMIO.

Gru. No, no; forsooth; I dare not, for my

life.

Kath. The more my wrong, the more his
spite appears:

What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
Upon entreaty have a present alms;

Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard,

Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.

Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef.

slave,

Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding
[Beats him.
That feed'st me with the very name of meat:
Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you,
That triumph thus upon my misery!
Go, get thee gone, I say.

Enter PETRUCHIO with a dish of meut; and
HORTENSIO.

Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting,
all amort?*

Hor. Mistress, what cheer?
Kath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully
upon me.

Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am,
To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee:
[Sets the dish on a table.

thanks.

I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits
[not;
What, not a word? Nay, then, thou lov'st it
And all my pains is sorted to no proof:-
Here take away this dish.

Kath. 'Pray you, let it stand.

Pet. The poorest service is repaid with
thanks;

And so shall mine, before you touch the meat.
Kath. I thank you, Sir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to
blame!

Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.
Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov'st

me.

[Aside.

Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!
Kate, eat a pace :-And now, my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father's house;
And revel it as bravely as the best,
With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and
things;
[bravery,t
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this
knavery.
[leisure,
What, hast thou din'd? The tailor stays thy
To deck thy body with his ruffling + treasure.
Enter TAILOR.

If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I,-who never knew how to entreat,-
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep:
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;

fed:

[wants,
And that which spites me more than all these
He does it under name of perfect love;
As who should say,-if I should sleep, or eat,
"Twere deadly sickness, or else present
death.-

I pr'ythee go, and get me some repast:
I care not what, so it be wholesome food.
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot?
Kath. Tis passing good; I pr'ythee let me
have it.

Gru. I fear, it is too choleric a meat:-
How say you to a fat tripe, finely broil'd?
Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it

Enter HABERDASHER.

Lay forth the gown.-What news with you,
Sir?

Hab. Here is the cap your worship did be

speak.

Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer?
A velvet dish;-fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnutshell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap;
Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.
Kath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the
time,

And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have
And not till then.
[one too,
Hor. That will not be in haste. [Aside.
Kath. Why, Sir, I trust, I may have leave
to speak;
Dispirited; a gallicism.
Rustling.

+ Finery.

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